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I found her biting her lip in front of the mirror, bikini on, her crotch already wet. I wasn’t going to wait for her to be ready.

I’d known Esteban for years, but that stifling afternoon I discovered his house held a secret that would change our friendship forever.

I went into the bathroom as a man and came out in a minidress and platforms. My girlfriend was waiting in the room with three strangers and a smile that said it all.

I want to put on my wig, make myself up, and give in to a stranger who’s read my stories. One night only, no strings, before it’s too late.

Three weeks without hearing from him, and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I texted “hiii,” and his reply reminded me of the only thing I was to him: his obedient slut.

Under my button-down there’s lace. Under my dress pants, fishnet stockings and garters. My coworkers see Matías. I know who I really am.

I dressed to impress no one, or so I thought. Two guards stopped me with a smile that said they knew exactly who I was.

I had been preparing that day for months: the wig, the dress, the lubricant. I thought I was alone at the abandoned lookout. The guard disagreed.

To the world we were two friends at the bar. Only I knew I had a black thong under my joggers, and that he knew it too.

When I told him I could call someone to keep him company, he went out to buy cigarettes. Thirty minutes later, Sofía came down the stairs in heels.

The first time I went to his place alone, my heart was pounding when I rang the bell. I didn’t know what to say. He opened the door in a wet robe and smiled.

We’d been kissing in secret for months without anything else happening; that afternoon, with the bottle nearly empty, it was she who dragged me to the motel window.

I took the elevator in heels and a wig, praying I wouldn’t run into anyone. He opened the door in a robe and called me a slut before I even said hello.

I solved a customs crisis and the consul invited me to his residence. I had no idea what was waiting for me at the end of the garden, or what would come after.

I had a secret room behind my lingerie shop. That afternoon, Andrés was already naked when I got there. We weren’t expecting anyone else.

I found her in the patio staring at me with wide eyes. She was wearing my thong and my black miniskirt. She didn’t scream. She just smiled and said she’d always wanted a little sister.

Sandra needed help with a blind. I needed to forget the worst day of my life. Neither of us expected Valentina to arrive so soon.

I’d filtered through dozens of profiles before getting to Marcos. Everything I asked for, and the patience that’s never in surplus. But someone always shows up too early.

I’d been left three weeks earlier. That night I walked into the bar wanting nothing and left knowing I knew nothing about pleasure.